A Second Chance Without My Cruel Husband

Chapter 2

Word Count: 555 | Released on: 21/05/2026

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A Second Chance Without My Cruel Husband

Maverick Mafia

“I was sitting in the dark when my phone buzzed with a live broadcast from five years ago. On the screen, my younger self was about to accept a marriage proposal from Dante Russo. Right next to that broadcast, a new message popped up from my husband. It was a video of him sleeping with his latest mistress, and this time, the woman moaning on our bed was my closest confidante. For four years, Dante had systematically stripped my world away. He framed me, destroyed my independent design studio, and used my father's life-saving dialysis medication to chain me to his side as a prisoner. When my father discovered the truth about my suffering, he made an unbearable sacrifice to set me free. Even then, Dante just sneered and rejected my divorce, warning me not to throw a childish tantrum because he was confident I had nowhere else to go. I looked at my radiant past self on the screen, completely ignorant of the nightmare that awaited her. I couldn't understand how the boy who once swore to protect me with his life had become the monster who dragged me to hell. I didn't cry, and I didn't throw my phone. Instead, I accepted the video call from my past self and showed her the horrific future. "Leave him now, while there is still time." This time, I would make sure we severed the chain and never walked into his trap.”